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10:26 am: Backs to the Future
I signed up for a meeting with someone at VCC about going back to school. I don't really know what for but figured it would make sense to talk to someone who gets paid to deal with that sort of shit. It turned out to be an hour long session of figuring out my future, like bad career planing classes in high-school of what you should do with the rest of your life.
This morning I filled out all the paper work and took all the online questionares that I was suppose to have done over the previous week. Do you like working with animals? do you like paper work? etc. Somehow Mail carrier and Chimney Sweep were in my top 5, both of which I don't think attending VCC will help me get anywhere with (being unions with 1000 hurtles, or living up to the disney ideal of poor). After completing the Personal Skills segment, my top 20 recommended careers all appeared with red boxes, flagging that I may not like / be cut out for that line of work.
I'm sick of this shit. I hate the fact that I can "use these tests as stepping stones and maybe find out about something I want to do that I hadn't thought of before."
Like be a chimney sweep.
With a little red box beside it.

11:29 am: I love how un-fulfilling the internet has become.
Fuck it.
x. New bed. So nice. Today I slept in until 10!
x. Spinach, olive, and feta omelet I just made.
x. Letters.
x. WCB
x. The House Christmas tree! Driving to Northvan for an impromptu scalvage[sic] of one. Lights and stringed pop-corn and Charlie Brown, oh my.
x. Man, I don't even know.
x. This is unfortunate
Go!

03:19 am: x. Just Played Scissor beats for two hours. Working on my Double kicks and getting them concise but my springs are all messed.
x.My legs totally hurt now but its worth it.
x.Walking from Trout lake to my house.
x.Rain
x.Not knowing how to properly put on cogs and having my lock ring pop off.
x.Not drunk // completely dry day. Who knows, I might actually start getting stuff done.

09:53 pm: Metal is my Bride
x. So fucking wired and don't know why.
x. MRR radio.
x. Leather converse sneakers from VV.
x. Making an epic brunch with M. (Hashbrowns, mushrooms,onions, garlic, pine nuts, spinach, coffee, and a smoothie to boot!)
x. Roommate White Russians.
x. Walking up Hastings.
x. Miranda is back in 100 hours.
x. Roommate Soup.
x. Everyone I know beating the shit out of winter.
x. This city.
x. Bizzley.
x. Judas Priest.
x. Anxious in all the best ways.
x. Venom.


Main Entry: stoked
Part of Speech: adjective
Definition: thrilled
Synonyms: animated, aroused, atingle, elated, electrified, excited, fired up, inspired, moved, stirred, touched*, worked up

Main Entry: wired
Part of Speech: adjective
Definition: excited
Synonyms: edgy, jazzed, pumped-up, stimulated, stoked*

03:32 am: I just found one of the best spots in the downtown east side to watch the city.
with dear friends.
Pre that dancing at a trendy bar night.
And eatting sandwiches.
And playing drums and drinking beers for hours.
pre that sewing shirts and making tapes.
"There's snow on the mountains. It's winter."
I'm invited to the messenger crsms partay. oh god.
Loving life. Just incase I forget.

xxoxo

01:20 pm: Only the good Die young.
I've been having intense work dreams as of late, which sucks considering I'm not working anymore. This somehow is making me miss it. ... or maybe they're not work dreams if they are all these super intense thoughts that keep me from falling asleep. Biking in the city and elevators and the lot. gawd.I thought the obsession with bikes had passed.
I hate describing shit to Doctors and they just don't get it. Does anyone find this?
So Far today I've had breakfast with my older sister at the fancy place on Hastings at Nanimo and wandered around that neighborhood.
I'm listening to the Wipers, which also rules.
Not all is lost.

08:12 pm: I quit my job on Monday, it was super confusing as to what was really going on. I haven't just quit something for no reason with no plans befor and I guess this is it.
I don't really know what to be doing.
I've hated for so long people that took their jobs seriously or that it became their lives, like no other branches or nothing else going on except ________ , Unless, yeah it was some sort of passion or something useful, or something where money wasn't the main focus. I mean as long as people are happy it shouldn't really matter right?
yeah, thats all that's new. I'll figure out something.

02:40 pm: Shit list. [of good things. (i.e. that's the 'shit)]

*4 Hours sleep
*Found October Bus Pass outside 800 Hastings.
*The sea bus
*Grouse hike at 10:am
*Grilled Sandwiches
*Coffee
*Making Tapes
*The way places grow small.
*Jamming with Legs tomorrow.
*Riding bikes with Coworkers super fast.
*Having a house to myself and cooking some foods in it.
*Miranda calling me at 6:30am because she knew I would be up.
*Anticipated Stumptown from Portland.
*constantly updating the internet on my life.

oh yeah, and of course Mach Tiver, Bruce Sprinsteen, and Municipal Waste.

08:26 pm: In the past two days, I have seem to twice attract creepy older men to that point of not feeling comfterbul and getting out of it.
The first was at the park at the bottom of Hornby. I was sitting there having a shit day when a man walked by and said "Would you like a coffee? I'm going to buy you a coffee."
"Thanks," I replied considering it was the nicest thing i might have gotten all day.
"Yes, I am going to buy you a coffee. Where is the closest coffee place?" he said looking around. I didn't have to look behind me to know that there was one, or to my left three doors either. I found it a bit random this man was so keen on this gesture, but had not actually thought it out.
"Umm...." I said glancing up, noticing his sun glasses and dwindled away brown teeth.
"I am going to buy you a coffee." he said, knoticing me glance at my radio. "Don't go anywhere!"
"I got a page, I'm sorry" I said, lighting up my phone and standing up.

* * *

Today wasn't as weird. Just this crappy building beside the train tracks, as far east as I ever have to ride. This compound filled with designers and offices and so far off the map, I ponder it's logic. IT was some older driver that I think had a wooden leg and with starting up conversation found it nessesary to snuggle up beside me and then how we had the same radios.
I took the stairs. But I didn't really get it.

Yup. Happy thanksgiving.

05:13 pm: Salted City is playing in a room upstairs, Tragedy is playing in a room downstairs, and D4 is playing in my room.
Despite being concious of the bubble i live with-in, somehow I forget this doesn't happen everywhere, nor does everyone have tollerences for music levels and differences and all that bullshit. Blahblahblah.
Basically it's pretty easy taking everything for granted, and I 've come to enjoy the little things that remind you how great it is. And these being signs that I'm probably at somewhere I want to be.
Punk shows last night. Punk fest's today.
I'm stoked.

10:31 pm: Virgo
This is an extremely revolutionary time in your life! That's because the Saturn/Uranus opposition I talk about in All Signs above takes place between Virgo and Pisces. You're in the formula! You have been and continue to be totally perplexed by partnerships and close friendships. So much is changing, your head is spinning. Things that were familiar, and things that used to work, just don't cut it anymore. (Whaaat?) Instead of hanging on, move on! In the last few years, you've been in a completely new sandbox. You know this. Why then, should all that was old and familiar still be with you? This is a new movie! Things are happening around now are going to convince you of this fact. Let's face it -- you're a size 14.

[tommorow]
This is a pretty eventful time in your life -- I mean, a whole year! What gives? Well, for starters, for the first time in your life, Uranus has been opposing your sign, and this year, Saturn in your sign is part of that opposition. (Gulp.) This means something has to give.

Tags: f is for saying fuck it and throwing in

07:48 pm: Barg
Nothing's really been new as of late, so that's why I'm having a hard time replying to emails.
x. Dan-d-pac snacks are pretty alright. I just rode my bike to TNT and loaded up. I eat a ton now. It's weird.
x. I'm playing Drums for a band tonight at the Cobalt: The first bar I was under age in some years back.
x. Summer, despite not always feeling it' was good... but I'm sick of everyone writing it off so fast.
x. The band Ringers is good, along with Sirens, and Insurgent: Basically any band with those four dudes. Sort of stoked I met them in Brooklyn still...
x. I'm back on the Coffee train and it tastes fine.

I don't know. Lots of visits. Lots of groggyness. Lots of supprises.

09:33 pm: Jams
I'm pretty stoked on some bands right now.

WOOLWORM - like Dog Day and Pop punk in one or something. From Vancouver. Totally good kids. I didn't even think of how depressing Nightlights is. It still slays.

A HISTORY OF - What jamming with Jeff and Keven turned into. The song I really like isnt on the internet, but you should probably just order the cd or something.

OFF WITH THEIR HEADS - pop punk, that reminds me of the OPPRESSED, but I know I'm way off.

MAMMOTH GRINDER - played with hatred surge, but I havent even listened to that tape yet.[this one is so good.]

MACH TIVER - Bass and Drum combo I saw a bunch in 04/05, but am totally in love with now.

MOTORHEAD - world peace

10:59 pm: I've been in Vancouver almost a year.
That's pretty fucking nuts. I'm pretty tired and had thought a bunch of it, espically after looking at photos of the recent VIHC fest. Thinking about all the Turning your back on your scene bullshit, it now feels like alot of unneeded pressure's and just some others opinionated garbage (unless you become a cop and shut down venues, or become a giant douchebag, or something...) It's good for people to change (i.e. this opinion), because it's bad enough that I'm still wearing the hoodie with the green tape patch.
A fuck. Thinking too much into this.
My house is going down to Portland for a fest this weekend which I am super excited about. Alot of vancouver is going to be down there too. It's nuts realizing how many good kids there are out there.
S.K. come next week too, which rules.
Lot's of "Nuts". Lots of "Rules". Lots of excitment.
yeah, shit's good.

02:20 am: Bromance
i don't if i'm just a fucking wasted piece of the void, but i think i would actually be happier if i was around you more often. i think you're fucking great.

x. Clayton is coming over this weekend which rules.
x. House show with bands I'm stoked on.
x. SKELETON WITCH rule, track 4 whatever it is.
x. Brendan is the best.
x. S.K. gets here in a week.
x. Wolfpack shirt.
x. strange times, but fuck it.
x. Dear friends - everything.
x. This is life.

01:47 am: I guess from now on this is just going to be a drunkjournal.org or something.
Tonight at the biltmore I compiled a list of shit I'm every-so stoked on, only to forget it all while bombing Main street and catching every green-light the entire way home. Fuck yes? I think so. Anyways, Carly is in town which rules, and so is Tara, and hanging out with Patches is awesome too. I made a mixtape for someone last night with a complete rock'n roll side that looks like this: LITTLE RICHARD - Rip it up, MOTORHEAD - city youth, THE NERVES - Famous yet, THE ESTRANGED - the message, THE VICIOUS, GORILLA ANGREB, INEPSY, JAWBREAKER, etc. I don't think they we're as impressed as I was.
Oh yeah, I guess the list was about punk stuff and being stoked. Tonight I dumpstered 2 giant bags of commercial baked goods (i.e. banana bread, lemon loaf, poppyseed cake) which rules conisdering I actually eat that garbage now. Aswell (on the list) making tapes, and riding bik and talking about Bullet belts with kids who are stoked on them too, and seeing long-lost friends who are in town, and having naps and not waking when peps knock at your door a number of times through so, making stencils, and yeah, generally productive stuff in my books.
Anything else? Oh, Seeing Leg's at work rules, I don't really know why.

Another day, another dollar.

See you in the pit?

yeah Alice, being drunk and riding bikes.

05:27 pm: I'm fucking pooped, and now the question remains:

Brutal Grindcore at the APC

* or *

Total Hardcore at the ALF



Seriously, summer rules, but two show's every night is a bit much.

10:12 pm: The Math?
I am so exhosted, and telling the internet what mood your in is a bit tiresome.

08:43 am: As of late:
x) I rode my bike to Iona Beach the other morning. Not direct of course, getting lost in karrisdale(?) and other parts.
x)I'm playing drums almost every day which totally rules.
x)My favorite foods as of late are spinach and cilantro.
x)These foods being my favorite even more so after watching the Super Size Me movie last night.
x)Trying to use the internet less - which rules, except for looking / working on job stuff.
x)having poor spelling is catching up with me.

04:30 pm: I've tried to write this 4 times and nothing's comming out right. I'm hiding out at S.K.'s house, eatting all her meals and reading all her books. I'm totally social-inept, and it's making Le tour de pal's seem sort of obsolete.
I get why kids move to Montreal now. So much going on and radness and community. It's weird though, that we can't make our own cities good enough. Whatever. It's summer.
All good things:
- I'm going on tour tommorow around the maratimes with bands and dates and everything.
- I've started concentrating on my diet and feeling healthy as a result ( i think).
- Quitting Coffee / less worring.
- Reading Dan And's old zines and comox zines in general.
- anything mid 90's
- the Panasonic bike Mike has lent me.
- Roti
- Emails from the Fam.
- Avioding interenet and drama.
- The Carheart jacket Alex lent me for tour.